it was slow flicker
to flame
that kept our home
warm
when windows
shattered
and snow
feathered in.
mindfulness
cradling
innocence,
lost within your
curiosity
towards
life
has lost
color,
then i catch glimpse
of younger
me
alive in your
sparkling
eyes.
icing sugar powders
window-
lips blow
clearing glass,
as it fogs up
before my
eyes,
she claim clouds
don’t last.
crystals twinkling
on boughs,
my face breathing
frost..
all over the
room,
as dawn appears
dazzling
to thaw us from
tomb.
she came from a
shambles
town
but spoke of it
like eden,
and gushed about
the green
space
that would hold her
like lovers
never
did
alongside a stream that
would take
her
to where no worry
was welcome
and no trouble
would follow.
let’s spill the
hours
and fill these
eyes
like tears may
bring us
peace..
of mind, we too
shall find
deep rest in slow
release.
comfort in cool
sheets
on a solitary
eve,
praying out the
window,
watching headlights on
highway
blur..
entrances me
to sleep.
held that kiss so long
in mind
it could not
deliver–
merely flirting with
a deeper
bond
than had
been considered.
it was in feeling
your skin
brush
mine
i knew we were cut
from the same
cloth
sewn up in
different patterns,
to be admired in
youthful
wonder.
trickling of a
raindrop
down the courtyard
wall
leaves a trail
so slick
it reminds us we
still linger
here,
our forms still
pressed to
brick.
hands in the garden 
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